LOL - I can relate to the clucking... they have personalities and are each different.
We have one rooster that always gets up on a roost in front of the top nests and when you bend down to fill the waterer, he jumps on your back, and as you stand he moves up to your shoulder and stays there the whole time you gather the eggs. Then when you are through, you hold your arm out and he steps over to it and lets you put him back on the roost again. Of course we talk to him and he clucks back in response. My wife sings to them while she feeds and gathers eggs and loves how they respond with a chorus of clucking.
My parents had chickens until my dad died 10 years ago. We lived in Virginia at that time and I would come out for a visit once a year.
One year my dad had bought some new chicks and I guess they were a few months old when I saw them the first time. Now mind you, my dad grew up on a farm in PA with about every farm animal imaginable.
I looked at one of the chickens and said, “That’s a rooster.”
BIG argument! Anyway, I went home after a week and one day I got a call. Yup, it was a rooster. We laughed about it for a long time. Good memories.